A coffee sounds awfully good to me, so I decide to walk to the coffee shop. Halfway there I realize I am winded, and walking quickly. I don't know why I am walking quickly. I'm not really in that much of a hurry to get a coffee. I guess it is just habit. On to the next thing - without really taking the time to experience the present. This idea ping pongs back and forth in my mind often, but somehow if can't seem to germinate into a behaviour change. This pisses me off. Maybe I should have stayed inside.

At the coffee shop, the non-descript worker asks me what I want. I tell him. The exchange is almost robotic. Our monotone voices fall into place in an orchestra of monotone. Part of me knows there's something missing, something wrong. Another part of me is already off on a quest for the next thought, the next stimulus.